When it rains in purple

Troubled times are brewing.
I feel all am doing is adorning my coffin with engravings and detailed frescoes.
Make the insides comfortable, line it with silk and satin.

All my life, bent over in pain and effort, in hope of glory and dividends of the hard work, in hope of regaining the lost hours doing mundane meaningless chores.

And it all comes down to this in the end, me in my casket, emphatically beautiful, lying in the earth, six feet under.

This is my something borrowed from a friend and writer who pens in purple. 🙂


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